few days later after the exam, you got a letter-- well, nicholas' house technically got the letter, and his father handed it to you.
it was very fancy, it even had a nice iridescent wax seal, designed like a diamond-shaped bottle with the edges covered with copper-gold leaf. typical of your nobles-only academy-- you really hope it isn't just some sort of joke.
you were really hesitant to open it and risk possibly ruining it, it looked too pretty for that but you pushed onwards by going 'fuck it' and tearing the seal open like a bandaid.
you skimmed the written contents of the letter, curly cursive writing layed on the pristine paper, slightly wrinkled by the pressure of your fingers.
blablabla... 'bestowing the highest honors'... blabla... 'congratulating...' something something 'originally going to decline'...
huh, decline...?
'changed mind once mr. solomore... convinced... study under his watchful gaze... avoid possible accidents...'
are they getting some guy to babysit you so you don't mug someone..? wow how thoughtful of them!
sigh... you just gotta stay there for... five years... maybe four if lucky, maybe...
time to study under a prestigious classist school... yippe hurray!
... you shouldn't have done the exam, why didn't you just stay and raise sheep like your moms? why did you decide to waste your life away for some expensive paper to maybe perhaps have a smidge of a chance of a better future and job?
nevermind that, time to get your stay-up-late powers on.
---timeskip to inside the school
not even near the stairs for your class and you're already bumping into someone, nice.
"o-oh dear! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to walk into you!"
the person had pretty burnt sugar colored eyes. slightly widened with worry, surprise and... fear?
there's people circling in around the two of you, muttering and whispering.
"did they already cause trouble?"
"the first period didn't even start and they're already picking a fight?"
are they fucking kidding you? you just bumped into the kid.
"sorry 'bout that, pay more attention to your surroundings."
nailed it... the kid looks like he's about to cry, you apologized!! it was a shitty one but you meant it!
"can you believe it? look how forced that apology sounded!"
"i'm going to class." and you shoved yourself through the crowds of people and towards the stairs.
"w-wait! can you tell me where's room 4?"
... why does this always happen to you? wait-- why does he go to the same class as you?
"the least they could do is walk the boy to his classroom!"
ah, fuck it. kill two birds with one stone, you'll just pretend he's not there-- and if you're lucky enough, he'll be quiet.
...he wasn't quiet, he kept blabbing on about stupid stuff you couldn't care less about, going on and on, ranting about it.
you were honesty considering ditching him until he stopped, quiet for a bit before turning to you and saying:
"you know... you shouldn't have done the exam... it's basically useless and a waste of time in both yours and the administrator's part..."
what..?
"you know... since you're..." he looks at you up and down, "...a proletariat." he whispers the last part as if it was some sort of life-threatening secret.
... this guy's an asshole, you're going to ditch him now, sleepwalking away from him and to your class.
you feel like ditching and ignoring people who follow you is becoming some sort of infinite pattern...
reaching the old wooden door and twisting the used up doorknob with as much violence one does when opening doors, you basically flinged your body towards the seat furthest away possible from the door but still in able-to-hear-instructions range, which was the middle seat closest to the window... for some reason.
you considered basically man-spreading to (somehow) cover both seats to avoid having to talk in an almost daily basis with some person who was either really desperate for a seat or some weirdo, both options always seem to be interconnected with the exception that everyone doesn't want said weirdo to sit next them and instead made you into some sort of sacrificial seat lamb and...
you're rambling and there's a red-eyed weirdo sitting next to you.
shit, you accidentally made eye contact with him.
his eyes weren't red as in smoking the devil's lettuce or recently cried but as in red fucking irises like some sort of cartoony vampire that sparkles in sunlight or something-- you're going to have a stroke if he says effervescent, even if it's ironically.
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𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅!【✘MALE! YANDERE VARIOUS】(dom! reader)
Randomperson gets isekai'd to a dating-sim / otome game which may or may not have yanderes. --- ill add a better description, genre and tags eventually. reader uses they/them pronouns, their appearance isn't described and there's no usage of gendered lang...
